Zen's realization hit him hard. He turned back to the distressed woman. “It looks like your son was transferred to the traditional medicine department, but they weren’t informed properly. There was a breakdown in communication.”The woman’s frustration boiled over. “How could this happen? I was assured he’d be taken care of. Now it seems like no one even knows he’s here!”Tasha stepped in, trying to mediate. “If the transfer was made, the traditional medicine department wasn’t notified. We’re working on fixing this.”The woman’s face flushed with anger. “This is outrageous! I demand to speak to the head of the hospital immediately!”Zen glanced over to see Sonia standing behind the woman, leaning casually against the doorframe, a grin on her face.Zen walked over to Sonia, his frustration evident. “Sonia, why are you standing there grinning? This is a serious issue. Why are you finding this amusing? Don’t tell me this is your doing?”Sonia straightened, her smile fading. “Hey, I might

As Zen stepped out,“That was incredible,” Tasha’s friend said, shaking her head in disbelief. “We’ve gone from a crisis to the spotlight. This could get out of control.”Zen, maintaining his calm demeanor, responded, “Show’s over everyone, it’s time to get back to work.”Suddenly, the hospital’s lobby TV flickered on with breaking news. The anchor’s voice was upbeat as she reported, “Breaking news: A new cosmetic product unveiled at Patel Bass’ Hospital by the new rumored miracle doctor and this is making waves. This product is reportedly the first instant acne and pimple remover, showing results almost immediately. It has already garnered 34 million views and 8 million likes across all social media platforms in just minutes!”___In a high-rise living building elsewhere in the city, a female voice asked, “Who is this Miracle Doctor they keep talking about?”A male voice answered, “That’s the new Miracle Doctor that saved Cyrus’ life at his event. I didn’t realize he was with Patel’s

Zen stepped into the sleek, modern boardroom of Mega Group, the expansive glass windows providing a sweeping view of the city skyline. The room was alive with a low hum of conversation as the executives settled into their chairs around the polished mahogany table. Sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow over the room. Zen's entrance commanded immediate attention, and the murmurs faded into an expectant silence.Zen took his place at the head of the table, his demeanor both confident and contemplative. “Thank you all for coming on such short notice,” he began, his voice carrying a tone of authority that immediately drew the room’s focus. “I’m sure you’ve all heard about the recent developments at the hospital. The instant cosmetic product has caused quite a stir.”A chorus of enthusiastic responses followed. “Yes, sir, we’ve been following it closely,” one executive said with a smile. “It’s quite the sensation. How did you come up with such an innova

The golden light of the sun bathed the yacht in a warm glow as Zen and Sinclair continued to lounge, the conversation momentarily lulled into silence. The distant sounds of the marina and the soft hum of the waves were the only noises that filled the air.Suddenly, Zen’s phone buzzed on the table. He glanced at the screen and saw Rosalia’s name flashing. With a sigh, he picked up the call, putting it on speaker."Tom," Rosalia's voice was smooth, teasing. "It's been ages since we last caught up. What’s keeping you so busy that you can’t spare a moment for an old friend?"Zen smirked, leaning back and letting his gaze wander over the horizon. "Well, it’s been a bit busy around here.""Come on," she pressed. "I don’t believe you’ve been that buried in work. I was thinking we should have a proper catch-up. Maybe dinner? You owe me that much after bailing last time."Zen chuckled. "Dinner sounds nice, but I’ve got something better in mind. Why don’t you come by and watch my students’ pres

***FLASHBACK CONTINUES***Zen sat in the back of the taxi, the low hum of the city barely cutting through the driver’s nonstop chatter. The cab swayed gently as it passed through winding streets. Zen stared out of the window, his mind lost in a thousand thoughts. The gun from earlier now felt like a distant memory, though his grip on control never wavered. But the driver? The driver wouldn’t stop talking.“You know, I’ve driven all over the city,” the driver said, his excitement was palpable. “But never, not once, have I ever been inside this estate! You rich folks, man, you live in another world.”Zen glanced at him, expression unreadable, but the driver didn’t seem to need any encouragement. He was talking enough for both of them.“And who would’ve thought,” the driver went on, practically bouncing in his seat, “that I’d be the one to finally get through those gates! All because I got to carry you, huh? It’s crazy! All those years of driving the same streets, looking up at those big